“Oh, you’re at my house… I found you in th—” Noah began but was cut off.

  “Oh, so you kidnapped me then?” the boy sneered, his gaze sharp.

  “W-what? No! I just wanted to help…” Noah’s voice softened, defensive.

  The boy chuckled darkly. “Help a stranger, huh? I bet you’ll run away right after I show you this…”

  He lifted his hat — something Noah hadn’t even thought to remove. What he saw left him stunned: fluffy ears twitching, a tail flicking behind him.

  How did I not notice this? How ignorant am I? They’re… cute. Too cute. I want to touch them.

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  “Oh my god! They’re adorable! Can I touch them?” Noah squealed, circling him like a predator with wide eyes.

  “C-cute? I am not cute! I am a werewolf — feral, fierce, a predator!” the boy declared, puffing his chest with pride.

  Noah blinked. A what now?

  “Whatever, Mr. ‘I’m a werewolf,’ can I touch those ears?”

  “No! Get away from me, human! You dare touch the son of the chief werewolf?!”

  Noah stared at him like he’d just spoken another language. “Can you at least tell me your name? So I know something about your little ‘werewolf fantasy.’”

  The boy glared stubbornly, ears twitching, tail flicking as he sat back down on the couch.

  “Oh well,” Noah said casually, heading toward the kitchen, “I guess no food for you.”

  “Food?” The boy’s ears perked instantly.

  Noah grinned. Found the weakness.

  “…It’s Micah.”

  “Okay, Micah,” Noah said, settling in with a smirk. “Tell me more about yourself.”

  And so, Micah told Noah his story.